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Robin Hood ([info]iamrobinhood) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-04-30 14:30:00

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Entry tags:marian fitzwalter, robin hood

Who: Rob and Marian
What: Rob's in search of aspirin, and gets some from Marian *ahem*
When: afternoon of the 30th
Where: Marian's office
Rating/Warnings: TBD; probably PG to PG-13 range
Status: Closed, complete


It was probably chemical fumes. That had to be it. There was really no other explanation for Rob having seen what was such a ridiculously traditional stereotype of a ghost: long, white dress; transparent; floating; and walking through the bloody wall. And, from what he'd been hearing, he was not the only one. It was small comfort, since it meant that the whole building was likely being involuntarily drugged, but it was nice to not wonder if he was losing his mind.

An hour later, he was still feeling a bit off, uncomfortable; and he did not like the sensation. In fact, he was starting to get a nasty headache, though whether it was from the odorless fumes which he suspected were behind this, or from replaying the weird vision repeatedly in his mind, it was hard to say. At any rate, he was finding it impossible to concentrate on the paperwork in front of him, and decided to hunt down some aspirin. However, nobody else was around just then, which meant he should probably hit Occupational Health.

He had been trying to avoid Marian ever since their filtered exchange on the company communications board a few days ago; they had gone too far, harmless flirting crossing into something not-quite-so-harmless, and he didn't like that. Okay, so admittedly, part of him liked it very much, since at least he knew now that the attraction wasn't solely on his side. But, she was engaged, and he did not get involved with taken women. He'd been tempted to be out of his office when she dropped off the promised survey form, but made himself face her in the most businesslike manner he could. She seemed to have determined to do the same, and had quickly left. That was the last time he'd seen her, which was really for the best, at least for awhile.

A stabbing pain shot through his temple, and with a wince, he made his way to the bank of elevators. Taken or not, her department would have painkillers, and there was no question but that he needed them. When he got to her office, the door was open. He lifted his hand to knock, but paused when he took in the state of the room. File folders and binders were everywhere, across every available surface-- her desk, the windowsills, the chairs, and spilled over onto the floor. He didn't notice where she was at first, although he heard the rustling of papers, so he took a few steps into the room.



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[info]legendarymarian
2010-04-30 10:05 pm UTC (link)
If she didn't find this one file then she just knew she would be in trouble. She had been putting off writing this report because she knew just how boring it was going to be but now she was behind after forgetting all about it. She sighed and pulled out another pile of files, glancing through them before adding them to the ever growing pile on her desk. Crouching down, she pulled open the last drawer in the filing cabinet, closing her eyes when she heard some files fall to the ground. Fantastic, that would add more work to do.

Sighing softly, she picked up a few of the files at the top, drumping them straight on the floor when she realised that they were not the files she was looking for. One more file and she groaned, standing and looking through it. Shaking her head, she moved to try and find a place to sit, her eyes on the file.

"Always the last bloody..." She couldn't stop the little scream that left her mouth when she saw something move out of the corner of her eyes. Her hand came to her heart and she laughed, a little embarrassed, when she saw who it was. "Rob! Sorry I didn't hear you."

Now her heart was racing for other reasons.

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[info]iamrobinhood
2010-05-01 01:57 pm UTC (link)
A slightly colorful mutter brought his attention to a corner behind Marian's desk, and just as Rob looked over, she noticed him with a shriek. Holding up his hands in a pacifying gesture, he had to smile at the picture she made, clutching a thick folder and surrounded by a sea of others, her hair a bit mussed from digging around in files-- like some sort of mad archivist.

A very, very sexy mad archivist.

Kicking himself mentally for that thought, he replied, "No, no; I'm sorry-- I should have knocked."

Actually, he probably should have stayed in his own department. But, as another conveniently-timed pain arced through his skull, he asked, "Could I get a couple of aspirin? I just can't seem to shake this headache I've got." Nor could he shake the memory of that hallucination, although it was certainly fading with the new vision in front of him.

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[info]legendarymarian
2010-05-01 04:18 pm UTC (link)
She smiled, agreeing a little. Yes he should have knocked but her door was open anyway what did she expect? She just wasn't one for wanting to close her door after seeing strange things. She liked thinking that she wasn't completely alone.

"Don't worry about it. Sorry about the mess, by the way. Too many files," she said with a small laugh, placing the file she needed on top of the filing cabinet, one of the few clear spaces in her office.

She turned to face him when he said what was wrong. Of course, they had things like that here and she had access to the cabinets they kept them in. But she couldn't help that moment of worry and panic when he said what was wrong. Rushing forward, she placed a hand on his arm.

"Take a seat," she said, looking around for somewhere for him to sit. "Are you sure it's just a headache? Flu is certainly about a lot at this time of year."

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[info]iamrobinhood
2010-05-01 05:37 pm UTC (link)
"Not at all," he waved away her comment about the mess with a chuckle. "If I pulled out all the files in my office, there'd be no room left for me."

His eyebrows went up at her reaction, and he found himself staring for a moment or two longer than he should at where she held his arm. His dress shirt was long-sleeved, but the warmth from her palm still seeped into his skin through the fabric; he had no idea how such a simple bit of contact had his pulse kicking up. She, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected, which was--

--it was just as it should be, not disappointing at all. And even if he was disappointed, he knew he had no right to be, so tried to ignore it. Spotting the only apparently free area where he could reasonably settle himself other than the floor, he half-sat, half-leaned against the front of her desk, retrieving his arm in the process.

"It doesn't feel like flu," he answered, considering the possibility as he said it. She had a point in that it most certainly was flu season, but he really suspected that it was either related to what he had seen, or what had caused him to see that.

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[info]legendarymarian
2010-05-01 07:55 pm UTC (link)
"I hadn't planned on removing them all, I really should have put them back as I realised the one I was looking for wasn't there."

She smiled a little as he moved to her desk since it seemed that was the only free space in the office. She bit her lip, looking around at the thought. Okay so it really was the only clear place in her office. Since when did she have that many files kicking about in here? She really needed a clear out. She had a lot of these files typed up so she had no idea why she still had them.

"How long has it been sore then? Do you normally get them at work?" she asked as she picked up some more files and put them on the floor so he had more room on the desk.

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[info]iamrobinhood
2010-05-01 09:38 pm UTC (link)
She seemed rather amused that he had managed to find a spot on her desk, and he liked the way the small smile played across her face.

No, he didn't. He glanced at his feet, trying not to think about her proximity as she moved files from behind him, inadvertently bumping his ass in the process with one bunch. He resolutely kept studying his shoes as she bent down to put said files on the floor. In fact, he was so intent on not paying attention to her, that it took him a moment to reply.

Startled when he realized that, he glanced up at her. Sliding back a bit onto the desk, into the space she had cleared, he said, "It's only been about an hour or so. And no, I don't get them often-- not unless somebody has caused one," he added with a grin.

She was so easy to smile at. It suddenly occurred to him that he had been thinking of her so much-- even when he was trying not to think of her,-- that his headache was almost forgotten. Maybe he didn't need aspirin; maybe he just needed--

Stop it, Rob.

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[info]legendarymarian
2010-05-01 10:16 pm UTC (link)
She was almost worried it was something worse when he didn't answer straight away, but smiled in relief when he looked up at her. She had to keep the professional head on, she knew that, and it was proffessional to be happy that someone you're looking over didn't appear too bad at the moment. And since her boss wasn't in the office at the moment, Marian was the next best thing.

She laughed a little as he spoke, moving over to stand in front of him. He didn't look too pale, nothing that some water and fresh air wouldn't fix. And asprins she could give, but all she had to do was make sure that she had nothing worse here. She tipped his chin a little so she could see in his eyes properly before dropping her hand when she was happy that he seemed okay.

"Anything else wrong? Any dizziness or feeling nauseous at all?"

She moved around a couple of files, picking them up from the floor and opening her filing cabinet, dumping them inside. She'd fix that later, for now she needed them off the floor. Reaching the water cooler in her room, she got him a glass before making her way back over and handing it to him.

"Here," she said quietly with a smile. "You need to let me know anything that's wrong so I know exactly what to do. None of that manly 'I'm fine' rubbish you lot always say."

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[info]iamrobinhood
2010-05-02 09:21 pm UTC (link)
Her laugh made him respond in kind; the remark hadn't been all that particularly humorous, but it was nice to have her find it funny. As she moved in front of him, he tried to school his features into as neutral an expression as possible. But then, she was holding his chin and looking into his eyes-- good lord, hers were such an incredible shade of blue,-- and he consciously focused on the reason he'd come here in the first place, almost willing himself to notice his headache, to keep from revealing anything he shouldn't.

Such as how much he missed her touch when she took it away.

But, he had no right to miss it, he reminded himself in frustration, as he answered her questions with an absent, "No." Nor should he really be watching how well she moved as she retrieved some files and deposited them in a cabinet. He could not appreciate how nicely her tailored skirt hugged curves that--

--a sharp twinge made him wince, fortunately when she had her back turned at the water cooler. He was glad for the ache, since it distracted him while she came back over.

Taking the glass from her, he tried not to take her admonition as anything other than what it was meant as. "You should have met me first" wasn't the sort of reply she was looking for. "I'm hallucinating" wasn't the sort of reply he wanted to give.

"Rubbish or not, I'm fine," he finally said-- which probably would have been a more effective statement if he hadn't been hit with another pain just then, in his temple. He managed not to react too strongly, but he couldn't completely mask it.

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[info]legendarymarian
2010-05-02 09:46 pm UTC (link)
She had to remain professional, she really had to. If she showed just how much she liked being that close to him then she would be in trouble. She couldn't show it, it wasn't right. She had a ring on her finger that showed that. And yet her heart was racing just because she knew he was there and she knew it shouldn't. When he told her what she wanted to hear, that he had nothing wrong other than the headache, she smiled and nodded. She didn't want him sick. What if it meant he had to take some days off?

No, she had to stop thinking lke this. She had no right to and she had a man, a very sweet man, who gave her a ring. Even if she couldn't understand how they had gotten to such a point. She nodded, not really believing he was fine. And the look on his face a second after showed that she was right to not believe him.

"Your reactions say otherwise. Here," she said as she took the glass from his grasp and sat it to the side so he didn't drop it if he felt another twinge. "Let's see if this can help."

She should give him the asprin, that would help. But no, she found her hand resting gently on his forehead as she checked if it was warm before both of her hands slid to either side of his temple. Rubbing gently, her mind pleaded with her to stop now before they got too close. This wasn't how she was meant to treat someone. But then her gaze locked on his and she couldn't pull away. Something in his eyes pulled at her heart and shot a flame to her stomach and before she knew what was going on, her hands were in his hair and her mouth on his.

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[info]iamrobinhood
2010-05-02 11:23 pm UTC (link)
Her fingers brushed his when she took the glass from him, and he felt it all the way in his toes. He was in the process of reminding himself that he was a thrice-divorced, twenty-eight-year-old man, not some hormonal, inexperienced boy; when she apparently took his temperature with her hand, and then began massaging his head. It felt amazing; he had no idea why she was doing this instead of just giving him the aspirin tablets-- and knew that he should probably ask,-- but couldn't bring himself to. Who knew; maybe this was some holistic thing.

It definitely wasn't making his heart rate or his breath speed up, nor was it making him want to haul her against himself and kiss her senseless. And that's what she would see when she met his eyes.

Apparently, it wasn't what she saw. But then, she was clutching his hair and her lips were pressed to his, and his hands were at her hips and he was pulling her close, and she smelled so incredible and tasted like heaven, and all he could think about was how right this felt--

Oh, god, this was wrong. He abruptly pulled his head back at the same time as he moved her away from where he had been settled between his thighs, careful not to shove her, but not exactly taking his time about it, either. "I'm so sorry," he said, quickly sliding away from her and moving toward the door. He couldn't look at her; he didn't know if he would see mortification or desire, but he couldn't handle either right now, not when he had felt something essential shift within him-- at the expense of a relationship to which she had already committed herself. She might have kissed him first, but he should not have returned it. He was no better than that jackass Kate had run off with.

Never mind that he was better off without his most recent wife. That wasn't the point.

He shouldn't have come here; he should've manned up and worked through the headache. He should have his own bottle of aspirin in his desk. "Sorry," he mumbled again, before turning to go. He had to get out of here.

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[info]legendarymarian
2010-05-06 06:17 pm UTC (link)
God, what was she doing? This was wrong, so wrong but it felt so incredibly right. She fit, her body molded against his so well it was as if she was made to be held in his arms. Their lips met perfectly and she felt something she had never felt from a simple kiss before. Intense excitement, butterflies going crazy in her stomach. A sense of belonging there. Her fingers ran through his hair as she was moved closer and her lips met his just as passionately and she didn't want to pull away but she knew she had to.

Then he was the one pulling away. Her breath came in short, little pants and her eyes did not once leave him. She was hurt that he had pushed her away but she knew that was the right thing. Even if all she wanted to do was push him back onto that desk and not let him leave. At his quick apology, she was brought out of her thoughts and she turned to watch him leave. Before he did, she quickly moved to the medicine cabinet she had.

"Wait!" she called, before picking up the small bottle. There were only a few left in it anyway. Walking over, she held them out. "Here. Feel better. Remember only to take two."

She didin't know how she had managed to do this. But she wanted him better.

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[info]iamrobinhood
2010-05-06 09:58 pm UTC (link)
He was about to go through the door, when she called over to him. Wishing she would just let him go, he nonetheless paused, glancing over at the bottle that she held out to him. He still couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, but just the sight of her hand made him think of how good those fingers had felt in his hair. She was still in all of his senses, and he couldn't allow that. It wasn't okay.

With a nod and a quiet, "Thanks," he snagged the bottle, trying not to touch her in the process. But it was so small that he couldn't keep his fingertips from brushing her hand, and even that little bit of contact was too much. He quickly ducked out of the room and walked quickly to the elevators, not daring to glance back. Once he was in a car and it was moving, he leaned back against the wall and let out a shaky breath.

That moment... it had been perfect. Utterly perfect, as if life suddenly made sense.

It could never happen again.

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